Thursday, August 09, 2007

Trip to the Beach...

Jenny joined me for one of my weekly excursions to Coney Island. It was a perfect day for the beach. The sun was out, the air was clear, and it wasn't too hot. We planned our trip around low-tide to see what the ocean would leave on the sparkling shore.

Part of the reason why the beaches actually sparkle as if there's silver glitter covering it, is the fact that the boulders that make up the jetties are made up of huge pieces of mica. In one of them, we found the word, "ERGA" carved into it. Neither of us at the time knew what it meant. However, upon research, it seems to mean (in Latin), "towards." Another rock in the jetty had a face carved in it with a tree growing out of its head.



In the labyrinth of arcades and carnival rides, buried in a shadowy corner, there is an old fortune-telling game called, "Grandmother's Prophesies." For a quarter, the mannequin seer comes to life over her bottle of Bacardi and imparts all the mysteries of the universe with this handy little card.

Back on the beach, we discovered a few things, but not much beach glass. One of them was this horseshoe crab that had recently died. Jenny laughed when I picked it up and its sloshy entrails started spilling out all over the beach and partly on my foot. Yuck! We also found part of a human bone that was probably left over from a Russian Mob hit, some horned seedpods, and a weird knobby potato-looking encrusted shell.

All-in-all it was a lovely morning spent out at Coney Island.

2 comments:

Margot Potter said...

Oh I've ALWAYS wanted to go to Coney Island. How delightful!

I love the ocean and miss it terribly.

Andrew Thornton said...

If you get a chance, you should got before it gets all torn down and gentrified! This will probably be its last season. :-(

The thing that I love about Coney Island is that it is the People's beach. It's one of the few that's easily accessible from mass transit and although it suffers at times because of this, there is a particular life to it that couldn't exist without this "spark".

Already it is in its decline, but there is a certain flavor to it that hasn't quite yet evaporated just yet. You can still see the paper-white punks trying to catch some sun, the fake corn-on-the-cob displays, or get a hot dog at Nathan's. I have learnt though in these trips to Coney Island that beach food doesn't usually sit well with my stomach.

Do try to come up though!